The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife novel Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Behind the Door

Angela POV

The commercial flight cruised above the Atlantic.

Sleep eluded me despite my exhaustion. I checked my phone again no new messages, no word from Sean.

I forced my eyes closed, willing my body to rest. The children’s faces flashed behind my eyelids, followed by images of Sean wounded, captured, or worse.

Three hours of fitful sleep would have to be enough.

As the plane touched down at the Mediterranean coast airport, my phone immediately lit up with a message from Thomas.

“Mrs. Wilson, I see your flight has landed safely.”

“Yes, just arrived. I’m coming out now,” I replied, gathering my minimal luggage.

“I’m waiting at the tarmac. Car is ready.”

Thomas stood beside a black vehicle, looking tired and concerned.

“Any news?” I asked immediately, though I already knew the answer from his expression.

“Nothing concrete, Mrs. Wilson,” Thomas replied, taking my bag and opening the car door. “We’ve been monitoring Mr. Blake’s known properties in the region, but there’s been no unusual activity”

I slid into the backseat, my mind already racing ahead to what awaited me. “The Mediterranean villa–the one in Portofino where Christopher and I spent holidays–has anyone checked there?”

Thomas hesitated before answering. “We’ve had it under surveillance, but there’s no sign of Mr. Shaw’s security detail or any unusual activity.”

“That’s where Christopher will be,” I said with certainty. “That’s what he meant by ‘our old place.“”

The car pulled away from the airstrip, gliding smoothly along coastal roads.

I stared out at the azure waters, remembering afternoons spent on Christopher’s yacht, evenings on the terrace overlooking the sea. Five years of friendship, support–all now tainted by obsession and betrayal.

My phone rang, displaying‘ an unfamiliar European number. I exchanged a glance with Thomas before answering, putting it on speaker.

“Hello?”

“So you came after all.” Christopher’s voice filled the car, smooth and laced with satisfaction. “Faster than I expected.”

My heart raced, but I kept my voice steady. “Where’s Sean?”

A low, amused chuckle. “Sean must be quite important to you… otherwise, why rush all the way from New York?”

“Isn’t it you who’s in a hurry?” I countered coldly. “You seem to know my every move.”

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I only want you, Angela,” Christopher replied, his tone shifting to something almost tender. Just come to me, and I promise Sean

won’t be harmed.”

Hone to I know you actually have him? This could be nothing but a trap.”

“After five years, do we really need proof between us?‘ Christopher asked softly. Besides, you’re already here, aren’t you? That tells me you believe me,”

I tightened my grip on the phone. I’m not coming alone.”

“Yes, you will, Christopher’s voice hardened. “If you want to see him again, you’ll come to our old place. Alone.

Christopher-”

“I’m waiting for you, Angela.”

The line went dead.

Thomas looked at me, his expression grave. “Mrs. Wilson, this is clearly a trap. We should wait for the Shaw security team to artive and develop a proper extraction plan.”

“There’s no time,” I replied, my decision already made. “Christopher knows I’m here. He probably knows exactly where we are right now. If I don’t show up soon, who knows what he might do to Sean.

“Then at least let me accompany you-”

“No,” I cut him off firmly. “I’m going alone. That’s what he wants.”

“I can’t allow that,” Thomas protested. “Mr. Shaw would never forgive me if something happened to you.”

I met his gaze directly. “And I’ll never forgive myself if something happens to Sean because I didn’t follow Christopher’s instructions. Please, Thomas. This is the only way.”

***

The car wound its way up the coastal hills, each turn bringing us closer to the villa.

The road grew increasingly narrow and bumpy, forcing our driver to slow considerably.

My stomach lurched with each tight curve, a combination of motion sickness and mounting anxiety.

When the nausea became unbearable, I tapped the driver’s shoulder. Please stop the car.”

As soon as we pulled over, I flung the door open and stumbled out, barely making it to the roadside before emptying the meager contents of my stomach.

I felt a weight settle around my shoulders–Thomas had draped his suit jacket over me.

“Mrs. Wilson, please reconsider,” he pleaded, handing me a bottle of water. “At least let me follow at a distance.”

I shook my head, taking a sip to rinse my mouth. “No. Christopher will be watching. If he sees anyone with me, the deal is off.”

“And if Mr. Blake doesn’t honor his word? What then?”

“Don’t worry about me,” I replied, straightening my shoulders. “Christopher won’t hurt me. And I will bring Sean back. Only when

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